Chapter 423 Threesome in the Jungle!

In the early morning, a truck from the capital of Nepal was going through the border to India, but it stopped when it was still some distance from the border. Two figures came down. It was Mu Fan and his younger brother. After Mu Fan greeted the driver with a smile, the truck left. Although the whole domestic situation in Nepal is relatively tense at this time, it is relatively loose for civilians. As the saying goes, it is none of their business. For these people who run long distances to make money, they sell more or less with some prohibited items. Mu Fan knows these people very well, so he intercepted such a train and took out the other party to compare with each other. The price of a shipment is three times higher, so that the other party can reach a consensus without any chance to refuse.

Mu Fan helped his younger brother Lao Shi down the road and walked towards the mountains and forests by the roadside. It is very close to the border. To the north is the China-Nelipino border, and to the northwest is the border between China and Indonesia. Mu Fan doesn't bring many items. In addition to clothes, there is a gun, dozens of bullets, a satellite phone, and a letter. The receiver, Mu Fan's understanding of the terrain of Nepal is due to a signal receiver in his hand at this time, with terrain analysis. The signal comes directly from China. Mu Fan holds his brother through the fence and goes straight to the depths of the mountains and forests. It stopped until it was less than a miles away from the destination. The two days were gloomy. It was estimated that there was a heavy rain. Mu Fan picked up some dry and made a fire, took out the things from the package, and the two of them ate together.

Next to the fire, the two sat quietly and looked at the fire, as if they had returned to the days when they were in the mountains. In order to train their skills to survive in the wild, the master once gave them nothing and let them stay in the mountain for a month. Later, this period was extended. Later, the eldest brother and the second sister Unexpectedly, it lasted for five months without coming out. Mu Fan did it for four and a half months, and the other highest was three months. At that time, Lao Shi was the most tender one, and only lasted for two months. At that time, they were still young. Mu Fan was only eighteen, and the old ten was the youngest, three months younger than Mu Fan.

The old ten names are Dongfangwen. He has been abandoned in the wilderness by his parents since he was a child. He has lived with a beggar. He has been living a life of begging since he was a child. He is proficient in everything, but he also slowly became proficient from frequent mistakes to later. He was beaten a lot before he was ten years old. The most serious time, his legs were broken, but he was old begging. The beggar didn't laugh instead of anger. He didn't see a doctor. In this way, he let him lame his legs and go to the street to beg. After he met an old man who said something to him, he hugged the old man's leg and refused to let him go. The old man helped him up, but when his hand touched his bones, he smiled. Before he pleaded, he promised to take him away and gave it to the old beggar. The old beggar has some money. I don't know why the old beggar is used to splashing. What kind of person he hasn't seen, but after seeing the old man, the old man handed him the money and only said, "The 100 yuan I gave you is your price, not his. If you don't know it, I can let him kill you now." Then the old beggar looked at it stupidly. The lame child was taken away by the old man.

Thinking of these Dongfangwen, his eyes turned red again. He was only eight years old. If it weren't for Longtian, maybe he was still a beggar and a lame beggar now. This kindness Dongfangwen could not be rewarded. Later, in the days when he came into contact with Longtian, although the old man was almost cruel and inhumane to him, he was the most tired and most tired. When the bitter spirit was the lowest, Long Tian said to him a sentence: "Opportunity is for yourself. You have a chance for me to give you, but not all people give you a chance. Only when you suffer in hardships can you be a superior person. This sentence has been said for thousands of years. How many people understand it? I understand. How many people have done it? Someone stands to be a dog, and you are a beggar, but you are kneeling to be a dog! If you are suffering now, you are bending over to be a man! It's a hundred times better than standing as a dog, and if you survive, you can stand up straight! That's called a man!"

Mu Fan looked at the trance Dongfang Wen and said lightly, "Do you miss the old man?"

Dongfang Wen nodded and said lightly, "Brother, is the master serenity when he is leaving? Is it laughing or crying? No, the master won't cry. He is the strongest man in our China. He must have gone with a smile, laughing at the pathetic and lament of the world, laughing at those naive and stupid people, laughing at all those who try to harm him......"

Mu Fan's body trembled slightly. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it in a panic. He didn't say anything, and then he smoked loudly.

While the two were quiet, they suddenly heard bursts of shocking shelling. They looked at the northwest at the same time. Dongfang Wen's pale face was peaceful, but Mu Fan did look cold. Looking at Mu Fan's expression, Dongfang Wen asked softly, "Brother, judging from the direction of the sound, it should be the Three Kingdoms. There is an accident at the border. It seems that they have caught up. Shall we rush there?

Mu Fan extinguished the cigarette butt, looked at the latter, frowned and said coldly, "Your injury is not easy to move. You'd better stay here honestly. Let's go at dawn."

Dongfang Wen smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, this injury is nothing. It is still important. At least if it succeeds, it will make many people in China shut up. It is more meaningful than killing a few more people..."

Mu Fan didn't say a word, and Dongfang Wen continued: "Brother, the master's revenge should be sooner or later, and we can't take revenge. Each of us can feel at ease. This kind of suffering is more painful than death. I also knew about the big brother in those years. I think the eldest brother was more painful than any of us at that time, but he still put down everything. Xi stopped the master's hatred, and the eldest brother bought us time. I know that the senior brother has been cherishing it all these years. I don't want to waste time, and it's an important moment!"

"Hahaha, Lao Shi has grown up!"

Just as the two were arguing, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the depths of the mountain forest. Lao Shi suddenly grabbed the sword beside him. After a moment, Mu Fan was stunned. He really looked at the place where the sound came from. Soon a figure came closer and saw it clearly through the light of fire. The man was taller than Mu Fan, a burly young man, inch Head, round face, a feeling of big belly poop, laughing like Maitreya Buddha. After seeing the visitor, Dongfang Wen was relieved. Even Mu Fan did not notice the character. Dongfang Wen could think of the level of the person coming person. At this time, what he saw was indeed a long-lost face. He suddenly wanted to curse. He picked up a stone from the ground and turned towards When someone threw it away, the young man reached out and grabbed it easily and smiled. Then he looked at Mu Fan, who was looking at himself with relief at this time.

"Brother, the master sent me a message last night, saying that he wanted to drink fresh food. He also said that the people you gave him were not beaten. He said that the Thor could still make two moves with him. The rest of the people you brought did not dare to see him. Let me send you a message and ask you to send him more people who are about the same. Thor is at the same level. He doesn't have to be lonely..." The young man with a little fat head went to the fire and looked at Mu Fan with a smile.

Mu Fan frowned slightly and was about to reach out. Even if he was about to reach out, the fat head immediately retreated, as if facing a big enemy, he complained bitterly. "Brother, it's what the master asked me to pass. If you really don't care about my business, you don't do it,"

The two smiled faintly. The person who came was Yu Chixiao, the real name of Lao Si's Black Sword. A smiling face, Maitreya Buddha, who was a few years older than Mu Fan. When he was in the mountains, ten people counted him as a living treasure. He didn't laugh dozens of times a day. It was like a soulless, that is, when Long Tian scolded him for his discord. Happy.

When the black sword sat down cross-legged, Mu Fan looked at the fourth brother who had left longer than others and laughed, "Is it at the sss level now? If the old man is there, I guess he will laugh a lot."

The black sword's fat face said with a bitter face; "The master will definitely scold me for my failure. He is old and smiles all day long. Buddha can't say it, but I don't say it's not happy,"

Mu Fan stretched out his foot and kicked the latter and said with a wry smile, "The Buddhist scriptures will make you into a pig's head!"

The three of them all laughed and talked for a short time, which made the three of them go back to that time again. Some people, no matter how long they leave, no matter how far away they are, some feelings can never change. What is brother? This is the most special relationship between men!

After being quiet for a long time, the black sword scratched his head, looked at Mu Fan, and said seriously, "Brother, I just came from the northwest. I was very angry. Five forces, and chased a car at the same time. However, the weapons and equipment of the United States were too sophisticated, and it sent land special forces, with a full of 30 people, but it was a general view before. After a look, it seems that there are only a dozen people left,"

Hearing this news, both of them were slightly stunned, and Dongfang Wen was even more puzzled; "Fourth brother, the U.S. Marine Special Forces are the world's top troops. Thirty people are placed anywhere, which is equivalent to the strength of a regiment! Is it possible that the quality of the U.S. special team has declined now?

The black sword stared angrily. This occasionally smart, almost demon, and occasionally stupid, was like a child. He said, "That also depends on who is the best. Other forces at this time are not weak. South Korea and India have sent special forces. Dongyang is much weaker, but in the assassination, those Dongyang talents It works, and don't forget that there are also Russian special forces. Their strength is not much worse than that of the United States, and their weapons are not worse than that of the United States!"

Mu Fan was silent for a moment, and then even dialed Ying Zheng's number.

"Where did you get there?"

Ying Zheng gasped; "Some can't catch up with each other's footwork. Listening to the sound, they have already fought, about three kilometers away from them!"

Mu Fan said in a low voice, "Stop moving forward when you reach the range that can be visually measured, and wait for everyone to arrive!"

Mu Fan didn't give Ying Zheng a chance to refute, but he got up. Dongfang Wen was surprised and said, "Brother, shall we also set out?"

Mu Fan nodded. Dongfangwen was overjoyed, and then he rose up and was energetic. After the fire was extinguished, Mu Fan picked up his luggage and held Dongfangwen with a black sword. Dongfangwen did not dare to show off in front of Mufan, but he could do it in front of the black sword without a black sword. After being scolded by Mu Fan on the spot, he was like a weak chicken. They didn't dare to be wild. In this way, the three of them headed for the depths of the mountain, but the direction was not the northwest, but the north and the border between China and Nepal.

On the way out, Mu Fan dialed a number. His tone was quite kind, but he was full of confidence. He said some alarmist words, which made both of them take a cold breath. They didn't say a word and followed Mu Fan to leave.

At two o'clock in the morning, the wind blew, and the sound of guns was sandwiched with roaring thunder, and there was a momentum of wind and clouds.

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